I recently went on a retreat and gave a talk titled "Who Am I?" My friend, my best friend wrote me a poem inspired by my talk, and by everything I've been going through recently in my life.
My friend is not a writer, nor finds inspiration to write. Yet, this poem that she wrote me is beautiful. It may be beautiful because she wrote it, it may be beautiful because it came from the heart, and it may be beautiful because this is how she sees me through her eyes--nevertheless, in my eyes, it's a beautiful piece of art.
Who Am I?
My Best Friend
My Sister
My Twin
One of he strongest girls I know.
The most driven.
Beautiful. Inside and out.
Full of Care. Courage, and Poise.
She forgets how amazing she is.
I want to remind her.
My Rock.
My Support.
My Best Friend.
Unable to let people down.
No matter what she thinks.
She is not defined by what she is.
But, by who she is.
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